This may sound like a self-indulgent ramble, so apologies if that is the case, but this is something that I think about a lot.
I love this quote from Joseph Campbell, in fact it is on the first page of my journal.
Life has no meaning. Each of us has meaning and we bring it to life. It is a waste to be asking the question when you are the answer.
I find meaning in the small and everyday - the gorgeous frost and sunrise this morning, my dog dozing with his head on my lap, helping out a friend, sitting in Tescos car park drinking coffee with my girls, Green and Black's, new books coming in the post, kisses at London Bridge station, having a full tank of heating oil, watching the match with my boy, looking at the sky...
And I think that is what the meaning is - making the decision that all these things matter. Being alive to things I guess, to the present and to possibilities and wonder.